The moment I slid the ring onto my finger, I knew I had just unleashed absolute chaos.
The nobles were still frozen, caught somewhere between shock, horror, and sheer disbelief. Some of them looked like they wanted to faint, while others were silently calculating whether they needed to write their wills.
Riven, to his credit, was still breathing. Barely.
My parents, however, were far more composed.
Verania swirled her wine in her glass, eyes sharp and predatory, like a beast deciding whether or not to play with its food. Sylvithra simply observed the situation with a cool, unreadable expression, fingers lightly tapping against the arm of her throne.
"You made something for my daughter?" Verania asked again, her tone far too pleasant to be safe.
Riven swallowed. Loudly. "I—uh—yes?"
Sylvithra hummed. "Interesting."
I smirked. "I think it suits me."
[ You are such a menace. I approve. ]
